Buddy heard the same shit
Over and over.
None of it made any sense.
For Buddy, there weren’t no fence
To sit on or be on or
Sit under a tree on.
It sure was a bad clown parade.
A fair with sad clowns also made
The crowd be less crowdy.
Like, no one said howdy
No chairs were evident
It seemed like no resident
Would wait for Clown President.
They showed their faces
Knowing Clown’s only graces
Are all about You Must Show Up.
So, show up, they do,
But now they see through
This showing up bullshit.
Same time and again.
Nothing ever changes
Nothing never ends.
Oh look! It’s another parade!
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